At least she knew how to keep them in line. Flowers were everywhere as well. Anyone with allergies was up shit creek.
“I can’t believe you’re ready for this, man,” Lord said. “I never thought I’d see the day a pussy got you wrapped around her little finger.”
Brick laughed. “We both know Callie’s not like any other woman. Same as Ally’s not like any other. They’re special.”
“They’re ours. It’s what makes them special.”
It had been over a month since they took out the remaining Skull Nation club. At least, the ones they knew about. Steel was still gone—if he even existed. Brick honestly didn’t know, but he went with his gut which suggested he was out there.
Someone pulled strings in the background.
Whoever Steel was, he was clever. He nearly tore their club apart with worries of a damn rat, and all this time it had only been a damn bug.
He dreaded to think of what would have happened if Copper hadn’t discovered it. The club would have been in some dire straits. No one would have trusted anyone. Now, as a precaution, a general sweep of the clubhouse was required. Lord was keeping Copper busy.
Each time there was a scan, Brick was always tense. He trusted his brothers but knew deep down at any point, a traitor could be lurking. Steel had managed to instill doubt, and Brick was doing everything he could to ignore it.
“Any news?” he asked.
Brick needed to distract himself from the nerves. With Callie not knowing he intended to marry her, and spending the last couple of weeks keeping his distance, he worried what she might think.
“None. There’s no guarantee Steel even existed, but I’ve got sources checking it out. If they rear their fucking heads, we’ll take them out.”
There was no doubt about it, Lord was on a warpath to take out the Skull Nation. He couldn’t blame him. If those bastards were alive, there was going to be trouble.
The guys all mingled, glancing over at him, waiting.
Brick checked the time for the umpteenth time. “Have you heard from Ally?”
Lord pulled out his cell phone and shook his head. “No news is good news.”
“Or Callie’s skipped town because she realizes what an asshole I am.”
“Wow, you sound scared.”
“Wouldn’t you be?” Brick asked. “If this was Ally?”
Lord chuckled. “I wouldn’t have given my woman any chance to doubt me.”
“Bastard.”
Brick’s hands clenched and released. He took a deep breath, trying not to panic. Callie was the love of his life, and this had to be the single most romantic thing he’d ever done. He’d been thinking about her the entire time.
At night, his thoughts were on her. He spent hours watching her sleep, holding her in his arms, breathing in her scent. It was hard to believe this woman had picked him out of every other man in the world.
He knew how fucking lucky he was and wouldn’t waste a moment of the gift he’d been given. With the life he led, he didn’t deserve an angel—but one had fallen into his lap.
“Give me your damn cell phone,” he said.
Lord snorted but didn’t fight him as he took the cell phone and dialed Ally’s number. He happened to notice the number of times Lord called her. The couple was rarely apart, but it clearly showed the prez was obsessed with his woman, too.
“Hey, baby, not much longer.”
“It’s me, Brick.”
“Hey,” Ally said.
“What’s the holdup?” he asked. “Is she there?”
“She, er, she doesn’t understand why I want her to try on the dress. In the end, I told her that a friend really wanted to see it, and I needed her to wear it. Callie’s not very trusting, is she?”
Brick laughed. “She a little freaked?”
“I think I’ve gone from her favorite person to her least favorite one. I don’t know how I’m going to get her downstairs.”
The brothers had worked long into the night to get the clubhouse looking like this. Ally had organized everything, stored it all in the warehouse around back, and then he’d taken Callie upstairs and spent the entire night fucking her into oblivion so she wouldn’t wander downstairs.
He and Ally had switched places in the morning, and now it was up to Ally to get the bride to her own wedding.
“The hormones,” he said. “Act like a crazy woman. Do whatever it takes to get her down here.”
“Damn it. I’m not good at lying.”
“Please, Ally, I’ll owe you one.” He hung up the cell phone before Ally could scare him with any of her demands.
Lord, in response, chuckled. “I’ve got a baby with another on the way. Are you sure you just did the right thing?”
“It can’t be that bad.”
“Have you met me?” Lord asked. “They’re my spawn, Brick. Damn, you must be desperate because she’ll have you babysitting, no doubt.”
This wasn’t going exactly how he hoped.